Left my phone charger in the bar and only realized on getting out of a cab on getting back home.

I was once drinking the night before Christmas in a downtown of a major city, the party was going well, we went to multiple bars and we had a lot of fun ... and the first next thing I remember is that I'm walking in a dark forrest on a barely paved road. No idea where. I was very drunk, walking in the middle of the road, no lights and the forrest was just getting deeper and darker. In short spark of drunken clarity I realized that no matter what, it gives me the best chances if I turn back and try walking in the direction where I came from. I turned and I walked for 15 minutes until I got to a bus stop. I tried checking the schedule (back in the day they had printed schedules at each bus stop), but the letters were moving/rotating too much. So I raised my arm to check time, but noticed that someone stole my watch. That left me with no real options, but to wait. After 20 minutes of waiting a bus came, so I got on.

Too many to count. Luckily, it has been years.

Because I'm on SN, let me mention the one around the time I was working at UT Austin. I went to 6th Street to see a soccer game in a bar with a friend. I drank too much. I then, for some reason, decided it'd be a good time to go back to my office at UT and get some work done. It must have been at midnight or so. I decided to go to the bathroom, which was near my office, and for some weird reason, decided to get partially undressed before going there. Bad luck for me, I locked myself out of my office with clothes still inside. I still had some shorts, but no shoes and no shirt. There was no one else around in the office, and as it was the weekend, I did not expect to find a solution until Monday to get my key back from the office. So, my drunk mind thought it'd be a good idea to walk barefoot and bare-chested all the way through town to where I was living with some roommates. I eventually made it home, but got to explain myself several times to random people on the street, asking why I was walking around like that through town. It took more than an hour to get home as I was living pretty far by foot. My roommates had a good laugh when I knocked on the door to let me in.

A good reminder that 6th Street was not a place I should frequent often.

From age 19-21, I lived in a motel behind a mexican restaurant. One day after my shift as grocery clerk, my best friend, a bagger at the same grocery store, and I bought a couple 40's of Mickey's. We got sloshed.

His mom called and asked him to pickup baby formula for his one-year-old daughter. He said he couldn't drive, and I didn't have a car or valid license¹, but I told him I could drive his ancient Volvo stationwagon² if he wanted.

After successfully dropping off the baby formula, we stopped at a light turning left onto the main road of our rural California farming town (population of 30k). The light turned green and I turned, neglecting an oncoming truck that slammed on its brakes and made contact with our front right bumper. I panicked, kept driving, and the truck pursued.

I turned off the main road, speeding down farm lined country roads all way back to my motel room, the truck pursuing us all the way. We parked, hopped out of the car, and ran into my motel room. We kept the lights off, hoping they'd lose interest, considering leaving through the bathroom window to make a run for it.

Then the cops showed up. I didn't want to come out. Then the cops started knocking. I still didn't want to come out. My friend pleaded, "it's my car, they know it's my car, I can't lose my license." He went out, hands in the air, and I followed. He told them everything. I confirmed his story, yelled "how convenient!" to the hit-and-run victim for some fucking reason, and was arrested.

After my photoshoot, I was taken to a lights-out cell with two guys sleeping in it. One of them looked up from his pillow, "first time?" I ate the leftovers of one of their dinners, drank a thimble of water from a broken fountain, and sat against a wall waiting to get let out.

They let me out the next morning and I walked home.

A friend's mom did a lot of entertaining and had a large wet bar. I was freshly fourteen and thought it'd be fun to show up drunk to school. I took 12 shots of Jose Cuervo before boarding our usual city bus to school. I puked twice on the way - once in the middle of the ride, and once just as we stopped at school, all over the rear stairs. ah, that's better.

My friend walked, and I stumbled, to our usual in-between-bells hangout spot where I showed off my drunkenness to our other friends.

The bell rang but I was feeling too sick to go, so I sat near a bush, waiting for the nausea to clear. A hall monitor woke me from my "nap" inside the bush, torso concealed, feet and legs sticking out.

I couldn't walk so they put me in wheelchair and took me into the principle's office. I lied and told them I had food poisoning. I puked in the middle of the principle's office. They called an ambulance.

The ER debated pumping my stomach but just gave me an IV IIRC. I wouldn't have a hangover to show for it.

Too many to count. There is a reason I haven't had a drink in over 11 years.

One of many (I’ve been sober for 6 years now):

Blacked out and somehow woke up in a strangers house getting arrested by the cops for trespassing the next morning. The homeowners found me passed out on their couch. I was materially unresponsive so they phoned the police.

Got charged with some minor crimes and was super lucky there weren’t worse consequences (being shot for breaking in to a persons home or getting a more serious criminal charge). Very fortunate in hindsight

I’ve always lacked the natural “kill switch” people have with liquor and would end up in unpredictable / dangerous situations. Can confidently say 95% of mistakes I’ve made in life were due to booze related decisions.

We pissed off the bouncer who wouldn't let us into the club. Then we ended up in the hospital after a car crash. Luckily, it was just scratches, but the car was toast.

I got real drunk and couldn't drive to pick up my son so I started walking back to campus. A train stopped next to me that went parallel to the road back to campus so I climbed on, it started again and got up to speed pretty fast, I realized my mistake as I knew I could jump off or ride to the next town. I lowered my legs down from the ladder I was hanging off of. I said a lil prayer as I let go and tucked and rolled down into the culvert. Arm was banged up but I picked up my son on time. Stupidest thing I've ever done

Thankfully there were no camera phones back in the day. Although I might have something to put here if there were….

It was gross. I was at my friend's party and since we were not at the legal age of drinking, I didn't expect that there would be alcohol at all. But to my surprise as no adult was at the house, these guys sneaked some alcohol in, and to impress girls they were taking shots after shots, showing off their tolerance. While i had drunk beer before but not tequila or any hard alcohol, I too maybe took like 5 to 6 small shots, and everything after that I remember is blurry. I puked, peed and pooped and embarrassed infront of everyone, after that like for months I didn't showed up to any party. The headache I got after hangover was so bad that I built sympathy for people who have migraines. Now I can legally drink but haven't tried because of my autoimmune disorder it's just not good for me.

One drunken New Year's Eve I was celebrating with friends in South Philly. All the houses kind of looked the same in the neighborhood, and no one locked their doors back then. In a drunken stupor, I apparently entered the wrong house and passed out on the couch. I woke up the next morning and saw the newspaper. I started reading it, with my feet up on the couch. Soon, some old guy I had never seen before came down the stairs and said "who the fuck are you?"

I had a lot of explaining to do.

I remember when I was in college, I slept at home because I lived nearby, but when it was time for exams, I would go and stay in the bed that belonged to me but that I never used. In those days, we bought a 7-year-old painted Havana Club and started studying. I've never been a very active drinker, and that day we started drinking around 8 at night. By 10, I was completely drunk. A friend put on an MP3 player with music and I had never danced in my life. From there, I started dancing, getting with a girl who was kind of chubby, dancing with her. From there, I started vomiting. My friend brought a cleaning bucket and filled it with vomit. He put my head in the shower. From there, I revived and continued dancing like crazy.

Back then, we didn't have cell phones or cameras like we do now, otherwise I would have turned into a meme for dancing with the chubby girl, hahaha.

My friend taught me that police come when someone gets shot, NOT when you shoot a gun. He demonstrated this by shooting a gun from his living room window at around 4am across a major highway that was luckily empty at this time of day.

The police did not come by the way.

I got drunk at the age of 7. We were in a restaurant in Thailand. I saw the table next to me a bright blue drink and told my parents I wanted that so they told the waiter to get one for me. I don't think they knew it was alcoholic and I certainly didn't know either. I chugged the whole thing and next thing I remember I was in bed at home and my parents told me I had passed out because the drink was alcoholic

My drunk moment was short. I went home quick with a taxi when I realized I am seeing double. But my brother? Oh boy... he was singing while riding a swing when he called me saying that the Earth is not stopping for him to get off. He called me to inform me that I have to go take him home and to sleep before my parents get home. He was with a friend, drunker than him. He also had to get home before his mom. I had to take turns to get them home. Next day they were sick angels.

I drank all by my own, alone for the first time at the age of 12. That was the whiskey I stole from my uncle who was in the army. I took the bottle (it had about 100ml left) hiding in my school bag to our fields of maize in the morning and drank it with dates, then I don't know, I only woke up at about 7 in the evening.

partially tearing the chain off the poles around a city parking lot in order to play jump-rope

I assume @DarthCoin is still typing 👀

Experienced drunk here. 2 duis one involving crashing into a tree, handle of vodka between my legs and my sleeping friend in the passenger seat. Very thankful I did not veer into oncoming traffic. Definitely blessed. I don't drink and drive anymore, I don't own a car. But after my divorce I was emotionally distraught. I was sober for half the year to just feel shit. When I started drinking again I'd be riding my bike around late at night. Its a fixed gear, no brakes. I don't wear a helmet. I had it in my head I was riding to die. I'd be blasting red lights not giving a fuck. One night I ran a fresh red, I looked left, and when I looked back ahead a car had pulled out to make a left turn in front of me. Its all slow motion at that point. In my head it was just an oh shit moment. I braced for impact, and slammed into this SUV. Instant black. I came to with the driver looking down at me from (her?) Window asking if I was OK. I noticed the huge dent in the door. I said something like I'm OK I just need a minute, I tried to stand, I fell immediately. The driver sped off. Two bystanders ran over to check on me and helped me to the sidewalk, all I could think about was my bike, I told them, my bike, my bike. They grabbed it for me and asked if I needed an ambulance. I declined. I just needed a minute to collect myself. They left. At the intersection there was a van of teenagers hanging out drinking. I went over to them, was like yo, did you see I just crashed into a car, do y'all got a beer or shot or something. They gave me a high noon, and straightened my handlebars for me. I walked home with my broken self and broken bike. I was concussed, and determined to stay up as long as possible. I talked to the concierge at my building for an hour or so. People were coming home from their night outs and catching a glimpse of me. I hadn't looked in the mirror yet but based on their reactions I didnt look good. I knew I was bleeding from the head lol. Anyway, long story longer, I did goto sleep at 6am and determined I'd assess my condition when I woke up. I could barely move when I woke in the afternoon. Spent 8 hours in the emergency room and was sent home with some ibuprofen. Took a couple weeks for the brain to reset. Dealt with an injured shoulder for over a year. I still.ride brakeless without a helmet, but have a lot more respect for my life now. I feel like it was a necessary wake up call to get my shit together.

Wow getting drunk while at school seems interesting

I woke up wearing my own pants. Don't ask me where my boxers had gone, how long it took me to find them, or whether I ever told anyone else.